FAGE 9: The Last Ride

Title: Yes … No … Maybe …

Written for: blueeyedcherry

Written by: Drowning in Chaos

Pairing: Isabella & Edward

Rating: T

Prompts Used:

Prompt 1- Based on the song Far Behind by Candlebox

Prompt 2 – Romantic comedy friends to lovers

Prompt 4 – Romance during summer break in college

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This story has not been beta'd so all mistakes are mine. I hope you are happy with my mish-mash of your prompts blueeyedcherry.

This story will have about 5 chapters I think, and I apologise to blueeyedcherry that I won't have it all up at once. Please enjoy chapter 1.

Yes … No … Maybe …

Get Dressed For A Let Down

Taking one last look in the mirror, I remember something my mom said to me on my first day of high school.

"Enjoy today, and every day. Between today and graduation day so much is going to change for you. You'll make friends, you'll lose friends … maybe even have a boyfriend or two. Maybe one of them will break your heart. But don't let any of it break your spirit or stop you from being you. You're strong, unique, and so smart." She steers a stray hair behind my ear and smiles at me with so much love and pride in her eyes.

Breaking away from the memory, I wipe at my eyes. She had only learned of her diagnosis the week before that day and she had fought it so hard, but eleven months was all we got. I was never the same after that, and those words that she spoke rang true in the years following her death.

Now, today, graduation day, here I stand; looking in the mirror of the dressing table she bought me for my eight birthday. I have lost many friends, had my heart broken and gained a friend.

While I wish more than anything that my mother could have been at my graduation, seeing my dad and his new fiancé, Sue, in the crowd, really made my day.

After the ceremony there was talk of an after party, which I had been invited to by association (thanks to my one friend), but I knew there was no way I would be going.

At least that's what I told myself, but Jacob had other ideas.

"Get off your skinny butt. You are coming. We're saying goodbye to that hell hole in style." He throws himself onto my bed, almost bouncing me off of it.

"I hardly call watching underage idiots drink copious amounts of alcohol and vomiting all over each other 'celebrating in style.'" I watch as he rolls onto his stomach and rests his chin in his hands. "Besides, I have my night all planned. I'm spending my night with Dr JD." I smile at him gleefully.

He rolls his eyes dramatically. "UGH! Scrubs again?" He looks back up at me. "As fun as that sounds, I really think you should come … for me?" He flutters his lashes at me. I laugh and shake my head.

"If you loved me you'd come," he continues.

I regard him questioningly. "Why do you want to go so badly? Most of the people there have been nothing but complete bullies to you in the past couple of years, and none of them talk to me anymore. Heck, we're only invited because it's at your cousin's house!" I finish, exasperated.

He shrugs and looks down at his fingernails. My heart hurts looking at his defeated expression. I almost feel bad for my outburst, but why Jacob would want to spend a night with those that have teased him for simply being openly gay is beyond my comprehension.

"I just thought it might be fun is all," he mumbles into his chest and shrugs again. "We don't have to participate, we can just watch everyone else get stupidly drunk and laugh at them." He looks up at me through his lashes.

"Fine, I'll go," I say in defeat. His face lights up and he sits up in excitement. I point at him and give him a hard look. "But only for an hour."

"One hour?" he whines.

"Fine, two. But that's it," I give in.

"Party pooper," he jokes.

"The less time I have to spend around those people, the better," I explain.

"They used to be your friends you know. Just because they picked on me when I came to school, doesn't mean you have to hate them."

"No friend of mine would talk to another person like that. All because of your amazing sense of style. I mean, who picks on someone for that?" I half joke.

"Jealous people, that's who," Jacob plays into my joke. "Speaking of style, what are you going to wear tonight?" he asks excitedly.

"Clothes," I reply flatly.

He quirks an eyebrow at me and I laugh, throwing my hands in the air. "Fine, you can dress me. Just no scarves or crazy hats. I can't pull off that stuff like you do."

"Deal."

He doesn't waste a minute and is in my closet before I can say "Or high heels!" While I only had one pair of high heels in there, courtesy of Sue, I knew they would be the first thing he picked out.

Instead he pulls out a dress I almost forgot I had. I bite my bottom lip as he admires it and then holds it up to me.

"That's my mom's," I say quietly.

It's a red 50's style vintage dress. One of my favourites, but one I've never worn outside of my bedroom. I haven't tried it on in about two years though and it was still a bit too big then.

I shake my head, and I'm about to tell him that it's too big when he cuts in.

"Please just try it on? I want to see it on."

I begrudgingly get off the bed and wait until he turns around before switching my shorts and tee for the dress. The zip is on the side and a little too awkward for me to do up all on my own. "I need help."

Jacob turns and gasps. "Woah!" he exclaims before walking over and helping with the zip. "That's the fucking dress you're wearing tonight." He takes a step back and motions for me to follow and stand in front of the mirror.

I'm surprised by what I see. The dress fits perfectly. It hugs my curves and stops just short of my knees. I explain that I don't have shoes to go with it, but Jacob will have none of my excuses.

Two hours later, with thanks to Jacob and Sue, I have black strappy shoes with a low heel, a splattering of make-up, and my hair has been blow dried, curled, and styled. Jacob has run home to get dressed and now he's back to suffer through a fifteen-minute lecture from my dad about the dangers of underage drinking and saying no to drugs.

"And remember that you can call me. Any time. You don't have to tell me what happened, you can just call me."

"We'll be home in an hour, dad." I roll my eyes at his speech.

"Two," Jacob corrects me.

Dad purses his lips together and gives me a worried look, before smiling and standing up to walk us to the door. "Alright, kids, you have fun."

NB: Chapter two coming up soon! Chapter three is a couple of days away. Sorry! Please let me know what you think! Apologies for all the mistakes, DoC x